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19 Years and 5 Minutes Later	By : TheMightyFlynn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 58416 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-19 Years and 5 Minutes Later
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 8-Ch. 8
- 9-Ch. 9
- 10-Ch. 10
- 11-Ch. 11
- 12-Ch. 12
- 13-Ch. 13
- 14-Ch. 14
- 15-Ch. 15
- 16-Ch. 16
- 17-Ch. 17
- 18-Ch. 18
- 19-Ch. 19
- 20-Ch. 20
- 21-Ch. 21
- 22-Ch. 22
- 23-Ch. 23
- 24-Ch. 24
- 25-Ch. 25
- 26-Ch. 26
- 27-Ch. 27
- 28-Ch. 28
- 29-Ch. 29
- 30-Ch. 30
- 31-Ch. 31
- 32-Ch. 32
- 33-Ch. 33
- 34-Ch. 34
- 35-Ch. 35
- 36-Ch. 36
- 37-Ch. 37
- 38-Ch. 38
- 39-Ch. 39
- 40-Ch. 40
- 41-Ch. 41
- 42-Ch. 42
- 43-Ch. 43
- 44-Ch. 44
- 45-Ch. 45
- 46-Ch. 46
- 47-Ch. 47
- 48-Ch. 48
- 49-Ch. 49
- 50-Ch. 50
- 51-Epilogue
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The following Friday found Draco in an unusual position. Normally he would be out with one of his regular partners, satisfying urges he had had during the week that had been too difficult to negotiate while he had been working. This weekend, however, he was sat in his workroom, slaving over a hot cauldron. He told himself that he was being responsible – that he had to make up for the potions he had smashed earlier in the week – simply because he found the truth too disturbing to face.
His thoughts had been occupied with Potter’s offer; so much so that he had not slept much over the past two days. The idea that he would be allowed to do anything he wanted with Potter as long as Potter learned something was proving incredibly tempting, but Draco considered himself too smart to fall for something like that. There was no way he was going to set himself up for what could turn into a very public fall. Of course, just because he was not allowing himself to indulge physically, that had not stopped him from imagining everything he would like to do to Potter. In fact, he was fairly certain that it would prove impossible for him to stop himself if he tried. Having tasted – now quite literally – what Potter had to offer, he knew he would never be able to forget, no matter how much he may want to at times. He would just have to find someone who could fill the hole that it felt like Potter’s absence had left. Feelings were something he had learned to control from a very young age and he could control these ones as well, no matter the temptation.
He had discovered that he could freely admit to himself that he had panicked back in Potter’s office two days previously. With Potter’s maddening oaky scent invading his nostrils, his head had begun to swim, leading to him agreeing just to shut Potter up. But that was all over now. He figured that it would be simple to stop himself from succumbing to this particular weakness again: he would simply not go into the Ministry again until he was certain he could control himself. He would owl in the orders that had to be delivered to the Ministry and that would be the end of it. Without Potter’s physical presence in his life, this... whatever it was... would fizzle out, like the passing fancy it had to be.
He scowled as the memory of Astoria claiming that he was in denial crossed his mind. Not that he believed it at all: Astoria had to be completely wrong on that account, despite the fact that she knew him better than any other person ever had. He knew exactly what was going on and he was absolutely determined to put a stop to it as soon as possible. And if he had to stay in the Manor until he was absolutely certain that he would never give in to this weakness again, then so be it. It would just mean more money for him in the long run. The sound of her footsteps on the wooden stairs had him sighing in resignation; she liked to ‘talk’ of a night. It was one of her more annoying habits. He ignored her, keeping his attention firmly on the cauldron in front of him as he heard her settling down in one of the chairs at the back of the workroom.
“So,” she began, amusement clear in her voice. “How’s your little crush going? Are you still pretending to not know what I’m talking about?”
Draco sighed as he hung his head over the cauldron. As much as he liked her – loved her even – sometimes he could have just strangled her. From what he had observed of her relationship with her sister, she treated him like a brother. One she apparently liked to irritate. Not that he would ever complain; they had the perfect relationship as far as he was concerned. If the gentle teasing she liked to do drove him up the wall sometimes, then that was the price he would pay to have the kind of freedom in his marriage that he needed. She had saved him from an incredibly unappealing forced marriage and for that he would be forever grateful. Standing directly over the bubbling and spitting cauldron as he was, he missed the sound of her soft footsteps approaching him until she was right there, her arm snaking around his waist.
“Remind me again why I married you.” His voice sounded tired even to him.
“Because I was the only woman alive who was desperate enough to sleep with you? And I was a much better option than my sister.”
He huffed out a laugh as he turned to face her, placing his hands on her shoulders to hold her in place. “You know I love you, right?”
The look of shock that crossed her face had him smiling. It was incredibly rare for him to express his emotions verbally, but he was too damn tired to care at that moment. With images of Potter’s naked arse keeping him up at night – in more ways than one – he knew that he had been in a foul mood and that he had taken more of it out on her than was fair. She and Scorpius were the two constants in his life, the two people he could properly rely on, and she deserved to know how much she meant to him. His smile widened as her hands moved up around his shoulders and she dragged him into a tight embrace. He wrapped his own around her waist, holding her securely against him as she ran her fingers through his hair in a soothing gesture she used on Scorpius.
“You need to talk to him.” Her voice was muffled against his collar, but he heard her fine. “Find out if he feels the same way you do.”
“Tori,” he began, but she interrupted.
“No, don’t ‘Tori’ me.” She pulled back so she could place her hands on either side of his face. “I love you, too, and I don’t like to see you hurting. So, if you think you have a shot at being happy with this guy, then go for it. If not, then at least you’ll know so you can mourn him and move on.”
Draco sighed again and closed his eyes, not wanting to see the sympathy on her face. This was one of the disadvantages to having married someone he actually liked: he had wound up valuing what she thought. When her opinion clashed with his, however, it only made his life difficult.
“Draco?” She waited until he opened his eyes again before continuing. “You deserve to be happy. If he can make you so, then go to him. You’ve spent half your life running from man to man; maybe it’s time to settle down.” With that last nugget of wisdom, she kissed his forehead and moved out of the circle of his arms.
“You realise that would mean a divorce, right?”
“I know. I also know you’d do the same for me if I found someone.”
He smiled properly then, knowing that she was right. Now all he had to do was decide if he had the guts to actually follow through on her advice.
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Harry sat in Hermione’s backyard, watching Lily and Hugo chase each other on kiddie brooms. Ron and Hermione had worked hard to earn enough to buy a property in the country where they could raise the kids in relative peace and Harry thought it had been totally worth it. With the space the yard afforded, any of the Weasley or Potter kids could come here and set up a backyard Quidditch game when they wanted. Despite everything that had happened over the past fortnight, he had to smile at his daughter’s antics. Her broom was obviously faster than Hugo’s, but Hugo was definitely the better flyer. To make up for her lack of skill, Lily kept proposing more and more ludicrous games; ones that involved speed rather than skill. Leaning back in the wicker chair, Harry allowed himself to properly relax for the first time since he had seen Al off at the station.
Ginny had left him another note that afternoon, which had caused him to make some tough decisions. He knew he needed to speak to someone about what had been going on, but that would mean confessing that he had been cheating on her as well. After picking Lily up from Molly and Arthur’s again, he had sat down and done some soul searching. The fact of the matter was that he knew they were heading for divorce. Even if it turned out that Ginny wasn’t at fault and that he was the only bad guy in the whole messed up situation, he didn’t think he could deny his true sexuality any longer. He was gay, of that he was almost 100% certain. What he was uncertain about was exactly what he should be doing about it. He knew what he would like to be doing; or, rather, who. But that was another thing entirely. If he could manage to have a real, proper conversation with Hermione about his marriage, and what he had been doing, then he might consider confessing exactly who it was he had slept with, but not before. He mentally shook himself out of his thoughts as he heard Hermione approaching from the back of the house.
“Alright, Harry,” Hermione sighed as she seated herself on the second chair beside him, placing two bottles of Butterbeer on the coffee table between them. “What’s got you so worried? I don’t think I’ve seen you look this bothered by something since school.”
He glanced over to his friend: she had not changed all that much since they had first met. Of course, there were the signs of age, but nothing that he did not have himself. The wrinkles at the edges of her mouth and eyes actually looked good on her, he thought; made her look more dignified. She had lost none of the feistiness that she had possessed in school either and it would not surprise him if – when he told her what was going on – she had the same reaction to him as he had had to Malfoy. Not that he ever wanted to do anything to warrant being punched in the nose by one of his best friends, but he was cheating on his wife, the woman Hermione had considered a sister for many years. Despite knowing what her reaction was likely to be, he knew he had to tell her what was going on. He needed a sounding board and Hermione knew Ginny almost as well as he did. Or, at least, as well as he had thought he did. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly before turning to her.
“Ok... ok,” he muttered as nerves flashed through his stomach, delaying the moment he had to voice his concern by a few seconds. “It’s two things, really; a suspicion and a confession. But they’re related. Very related, not that I would ever try to make any excuses for what I’ve done, but...”
He trailed off when he saw the look of combined surprise and worry on Hermione’s face, realising that he had been babbling. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, nerves pulsing through every muscle. Waving his wand towards where the kids were playing, he cast a light privacy charm, one that could be broken by someone walking through it, but was still strong enough that they could speak in privacy.
“I need you to promise me that you won’t say a word about this to anyone, Hermione. About either of the things I’m about to tell you. I need to sort everything out by myself and I can’t do that with a shitstorm from family and the press raging around me.” He waited until she had nodded before continuing in a quieter tone. “I think Ginny might be cheating on me.”
He watched her carefully, waiting for the indignation or denials to start. A few seconds passed in silence, making Harry wonder if she had heard him, before she took a deep breath and sighed quietly.
“What makes you think that?” Her voice was level, much to his surprise, showing no signs of the anger he had feared.
Sitting back in his chair, Harry glanced over to where Lily played with Hugo. “A number of things, but it only occurred to me very recently that I should be worried about them, after something else happened –”
“Wait; one thing at a time, please,” she interrupted him, holding a hand up to silence him. “We’ll get to whatever else has happened, I promise, but let’s go through this first.”
Nodding slowly, he kept his eyes fixed on his daughter as he spoke. “We’ve never really had the same kind of relationship you and Ron have, you know. You two have always been so loving and, well, together. You’ve always seemed like the perfect match to me, but Ginny and I, we’ve had to work at everything we had together. We’ve never really had that much of a sex life and that’s dried up almost completely since Lily’s birth. We pretty much only had sex in the beginning because we both wanted kids, but besides that it was like she didn’t ever want me to touch her. Hell, the reason it took us seven years to conceive James was because we weren’t actually having all that much sex. We both wanted kids, but we apparently just didn’t want to do the things you have to do to get the kids. Or, at least, we didn’t want to with each other.
“Every time I try to touch her, or get near her in any way, she makes excuses to not be near me. We never fight, we never argue, but we also never talk. It’s like living with a complete stranger. Then, a few days ago, I got home to a note telling me that she had left Lily with Molly and Arthur and that she was spending the night in Holyhead. That was it, no explanation of why she had to stay there, no firecall to tell me where Lily was; she just dropped our daughter off and left. The same thing happened today and I knew I had to talk to someone I trusted about what was going on.”
Harry stopped as anger flashed through his chest, followed swiftly by guilt. He knew he was being hypocritical, but she was his wife damn it all! If she wanted out of their relationship, then she should have just said so. He probably would have given her a divorce if she had just talked to him, but no; she had to go behind his back. Merlin only knew how long it had been happening for, as well. Just because Harry had only just recently twigged that he should be concerned didn’t mean that this was a recent development. Ginny had been working in Holyhead for the Harpies almost since she had graduated from Hogwarts and now she was the Quidditch reporter for the Prophet, she still had excuses to be there almost as often as she had when she was still a player. Still... did that give Harry the excuse to cheat on her as well? If that was what she was doing. Gods, what if she wasn’t cheating on him? What if every seemingly random trip to Holyhead was actually a legitimate work trip? What if he was the bad guy here? His head snapped over to Hermione as she shifted in her chair.
“How long has she been going off to Holyhead on her own?” There was a strange tone to her voice that Harry couldn’t quite place, but he ignored it in favour of answering, hoping she knew something he didn’t.
“It started when she was first hired by them, so ever since she graduated, pretty much. Why? What do you know?” He sat forward, his forearms resting on his knees as he stared at her intently.
Silence stretched between them for an interminable minute, causing Harry’s nerves to twitch. Eventually, Hermione met his eyes with a strange combination of sympathy and determination. It had been a long time since Harry had seen such a gleam to her eyes and it caused even more worry to pile in on top of everything else he was feeling.
“There have always been rumours about her, but I always assumed they were Rita Skeeter being a bitch,” she replied in an almost-whisper. “I helped her to squash them before the Prophet could publish them. Harry, are you absolutely certain?”
“No,” he had to admit, frowning again as he stared mindlessly at a knot in the coffee table. “Like I said, it’s just a suspicion at the moment. Who are the rumours about her with?”
He knew he should not ask; knew that it would just cause more heartache, but he had to know. He considered every single player on the Harpies team a personal friend and knowing one of them could do this to him... He shook his head, returning his attention to Hermione.
“Rhys Jamison.”
“Rhys... The owner?”
Harry’s attention drifted off to the left again as shock numbed his mind. Rhys had owned the Harpies since the late ‘90s and had been the one to suggest hiring Ginny in the first place. He knew that she had spent time with him off the pitch, but had never suspected that their friendship had been anything more than just that. Of course, that was the reason he was in this position to begin with: his own inability to see the obvious when it was right in front of him.
“Harry? What was the second thing you wanted to tell me? You said they were related?”
Fear settled, cold and hard, in Harry’s stomach. He was beginning to regret mentioning his own confession, but he knew he had to get it out there, knew that if he didn’t, then he would regret it even more. Taking a deep breath, he answered in a rush.
“IhadsexwithMalfoy.” He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the explosion.
“You... what?” She sounded more confused than anything else, so Harry took another deep breath and let it out slowly.
“I – I had... I had sex with Malfoy.” He kept his eyes closed in anticipation of the rush of anger he was sure Hermione would unleash. But it never came. Squinting one eye open, he found her sitting in the same position, a completely blank look on her face. “Hermione? Did you hear me?”
“Draco Malfoy, right? Not Astoria?”
Harry frowned again, wondering why she needed the clarification. “Yes, why?”
“Oh, Harry,” she sighed, throwing herself back into the chair. “I suspected during school, but then you went off and married Ginny and... Gods, you’re gay, aren’t you?”
“Wait, what do you mean you suspected? You thought I was gay in school?” The worry over her reaction was rapidly being replaced by shock again as he watched her.
“You spent months following Draco around during our sixth year, you got incredibly attached to every single father figure you had and despite being able to have practically any girl in the school you wanted, you only ever showed interest in the two who had first showed interest in you. It was almost as if you were doing what was expected of you, rather than what you wanted. When Draco showed the same level of interest in you, I thought that maybe you’d end up together, or at least have a few sessions of angry hate sex, but it never happened. After the War, you went straight on to marry Ginny and he disappeared for a few years, only to show up again married to Astoria. I let it slide because I thought that maybe you were actually bi rather than gay, but you’re not, are you?”
He shook his head slowly, pain washing through his chest. “No, I’m not –”
“Not what?” The sound of Ron’s voice from the back of the house shook Harry out of his shock-induced stupor and he shot Hermione a wide-eyed look of panic.
“Looking forward to having Lily go off to Hogwarts next year,” Hermione supplied as Lily ran in from the yard to greet her Uncle with a high-pitched shriek.
Harry shot her a thankful look as Ron scooped both Lily and Hugo up in his arms, laughing as they squirmed. She smiled back, a look full of sympathy that Harry found that he both needed and really didn’t want at the same time. It looked like his life was about to get exceedingly complicated.
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